Hermione slightly pulled away from Y/N with a smile as they looked into each other's eyes, both having a shimmer of happiness in them. They both giggled at each other with their foreheads pressed together as Hermione pecked Y/N's lips once more.
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Y/N and Harry stood outside the wooden door of Professor Umbridge's office, both with scowls on their faces. Y/N stared at the door, mentally preparing herself to have to deal with the person who inhabited the room behind it.
"Are you going to knock?"
Harry turned to Y/N, the girl only quirking an eyebrow up at him as he looked back to the door in front of them. He sighed as he nodded, "Sure, why not. Oh, before I do."
Harry moved closer to his cousin, moving a piece of hair over her neck as she eyed him curiously. "What're you doing?" He smirked up at her as he backed away, "You had a hickey."
Y/N's face flushed a dark red as Harry smirked at her, amused with her shy state. She crossed her arms over her chest as she tried to seem nonchalant. "I have no clue what you're talking about."
"Don't act like I don't know what you and Hermione do. I heard her on the train, remember?"
Y/N glared at him as she punched his shoulder, the boy whining as she wore a dark blush. "Open the damn door, Potter."
He huffed with a roll of his eyes as he rose his hand, knocking twice on the door. He retreated his hand, no noise coming from the other side for a few moments before they heard that annoying voice they hated so much.
"Come in."
Y/N pushed the door open, immediately met with an overload of the color pink filling her eyes. Her and Harry walked into the room, in awe and in disgust at the amount of the bright color pink heightening their senses.
"Good evening, Mr. Potter, Miss (Y/L/N)."
The two cousins turned to Umbridge, the woman sitting up straight at her desk with a smile. She nodded her head in the direction of two chairs as her eyes darted between the two and the seats. "Sit."
Harry closed the door as they looked around, plates with cats on them lining the walls. Y/N felt a small shiver run down the back of her spine, the room making her a little creeped out.
"You two are going to be doing some lines for me," she said with a smile, Y/N and Harry making their way over to the seats she assigned them. They both sat down as they reached into their bags for a quill, but the woman stopped them.
"No, not with your quill. You're going to be using a rather special one of mine."
Harry and Y/N shared a confused look, slowly retracting their hands from the bags as they sat back up in their seats. The woman stood from her seat with two brown quills, both having a golden tip. She walked over towards them, placing it on the desks next to a sheet of parchment she had laid out for them prior to them arriving.
